You kept me up all night,
But not like you used to,
No passion, didn't feel right,
No pressing on your tattoo.
Thinking 'bout how we got here,
From such a special night,
Didn't know I'd feel the fear,
And you would cling so tight.
The 'one day' list haunts me still,
I always hated things unfinished,
Maybe one day it'll be real,
But for now sadly it's diminished.
Perhaps it was supposed to happen,
You meant to lead me here,
I've had to pass the baton,
And cross the line of fear.
In another lifetime, we always said,
I guess thats what it is now,
Until then you'll be in my head,
As I work on 'how?'.